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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

the calm after a storm

witnessed the calm after a storm
the flashing lightning only,
no more loud crack of thunder.
the howling gray wind settles
to a soothing swirling breeze
and the leaves that once were
dancing wildly in gusts, along with
the branches they perched upon,
now lay as martyrs at my feet.
my hair unkempt, doth looks primordial

when never before had i witnessed
a storm such as this. filled with fear
and hearted breath, i thought the end was
near of all that i am from my nascence.
a witness to this storm, my heart beats twice,
three times faster than all the days before
of when my life, within, there was innocence 
walking with me in my youthful days of yore
and when hurt and scared would tap me on my
shoulder, a maternal arm would gently rest 
upon me to soothe my mournful soul

now witness to the wisdom of age teaches me 
how to ride storms both of Nature’s anger 
and the wrath of life within, having learned 
of how all is in balance in the end;
for without the storm, calm wouldn’t be
without breath there wouldn’t be you and me
and in the presence of fear, breathing deep,
with open eyes, an unclenched fist
and an open heart, comes a balance
bringing joy and warnth of love, near

Monday, February 22, 2016

solace of Nature

amidst the wonder of a tree and flower
a river flowing free at the feet of
a mountain that shades a valley
an eagle soars crown tilted eyeing down
at a daily sustenance flailing about
in the mouth of a bear wading in
a stream and a fawn and doe nibble
on petals splayed throughout the meadow,
lives a heart in pain and anguish as tears
flow because of the anger and hate
displayed by human beings, so, i wait   
for it all to subside if only for a moment   
thus letting the beauty, the solace of Nature’s breath,
be its substitute